Acres, Natalie - Sex Drive [Country Roads 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Natalie Acres Page B

Lucy. This is how you operate. You’re a right-now person.”
    She laughed. “And what makes you say that, Luke McDavid?”
    “You always have been. Everything must be done right when you make a decision to do it. There’s no waiting with you. When you were a kid, you wanted a horse. Your granddad went out and bought one a few minutes after you asked for one.
    “You wanted a sports car, not the pickup he gave you for your sixteenth birthday, and what did he do? Traded it that day so you could still tell your friends you got a Mustang on your birthday.
    “You couldn’t get anyone to rent to high school kids at Myrtle Beach for your senior trip, so the old man told you not to worry. He bought a fucking house, closed in two days, and you spent the summer there. And let’s not even get me started on how you got accepted at Vanderbilt.”
    “I didn’t go.”
    “Of course you didn’t. You fell in love with racing that year, and Mr. Malone didn’t just sponsor a race car, he bought a whole fucking team. Anything you want, you can have, and thanks to your financial situation, you’ve never wanted for anything long.”
    “Are you mad at me for some reason?” she asked, noting his tone sort of suggested as much.
    “No, honey. I’m not angry with you, but I need you to see what you’re doing here. I don’t think you want to be a mom yet. You certainly don’t want Rex running your company or at least you shouldn’t. Think about it. What the hell does Rex know about racing?
    “Thing is, you decided to start a family, more or less told us that’s what you had in mind, and now you’re kicking up your heels and raring to go. You’ll fuck around the clock if you have to—not that I’m opposed to that, by the way—just so you can get started on expanding your family as soon as possible.”
    “Is that such a bad thing?”
    He shrugged. “I don’t know. I haven’t had time to think about it. You rushed back into town like a bat out of hell, grabbed hold of our hearts like you’d just dropped them at the door and decided to stop back in and scoop them up, and now you’re talking a lifelong commitment with a couple of kids.”
    “Eight.”
    “What?” he screeched, apparently understanding but unable to process.
    “I want eight kids.”
    Luke rubbed his jaw.
    “Oh come on now. You know you want a few little Lukes running around.”
    Luke fell against the chair behind him. “This is my point. You just come up with these random ideas and then decide they’re the greatest notions in the world. You expect everyone to follow suit. I don’t want eight kids. I may not even want a kid .
    “I don’t know if you really want children, Lucy. I damn sure don’t think you want to hand over your company, the company you and your grandfather built from scratch, to my brother or anyone else.”
    “That’s where you’re wrong.” A beat later, she said, “I’ve been living this life for a while now. I’m ready to settle down. Stock car racing is a demanding sport. I never have time to breathe. It’s a burden to lie down and go to sleep.”
    “And you love Rex so much that you want him to enjoy that lifestyle?”
    “He seemed willing to take over. I’m not exactly going away indefinitely. I’m just stepping aside so he can be the front man while I take some time to enjoy life again.”
    “Rex wants you at his beck and call. Don’t you see that? He doesn’t give a damn about racing. This isn’t a good idea, Lucy. Your company may very well fail.
    “I’m not talking behind his back here. I will talk to him and tell him exactly what I’ve said to you.
    “The reason you were able to build Mason Malone’s High Performance Group into a powerhouse is because you were passionate about what you were doing. Your grandfather was able to funnel money into the company, and you had the desire to learn all you could about stock car racing. You were interested in the business. Rex’s only interest is